awkwardly angled toilet...

"Someone call 911!"

But the phones...

were all dead.

"That's about right,"

said the murderer.

Who walked away

laughing like a

bullet riddled bagpipe.

Octogenarian orangutans ostensibly

wondered "WTF?" while

collapsing in shock

in brown trousers.

"Let's get this

pile of bloomers...

to the orphanage!"

So they rode

and rode, until

a giant pineapple

appeared on the

horizon. The bloomers

grew heavy, but

the three musketeers

forged onward, convinced

that the ultimate